Some performers sing at you.
I never wanted to be that kind of performer.


I want to sing to you.

                       - Bob Dylan

August is full of dancing stars
bright lineage of unclouded skies
a constellation of Orion jetting off

Days that comprehend escapism
faint goodbyes of unwrapped mysteries
cascades of a summer set winter

Nights that compose sweet sonnets
lullabies of unspoken spent times
where silent remedies the wading moon

August is a dimensional eight sense
when the mad rush goes to sleep
and tranquility shed its mercies

I could say Goodbye to you
Without pain
One time and ten score
If you could promise me
Our next hello
Will  even up the score

Don’t look to me for honesty
For honestly
Not sure if I can give it
Don’t look to me for truth
For truthfully
Not sure if I can do it
Don’t look to me for trust
For trust me
Not sure if I can find it
Don’t look to me for faith
For faithfully
Never seem to find it
Don’t look to me for love
For lovingly I’ll decline it
For everything else
I’m your woman !

My way:

Bread face up
Peanut butter
Jelly on top of peanut butter
Bread face down on top is the closer

Someone else’s way:

Both breads face up
Peanut butter on one bread
Jelly on the other bread
Put together like prayer hands

Your way is wrong!

No....your way is wrong!

My way is right!

No....my way is right!

Does it really matter?

******.

we love.
and we love to be loved.
but let's not waste any time
figuring out which one we prefer